Aaah. Winter is here!
The snow if flying, the thermometer is dipping down below 20 and the wind is making the flap on the exhaust from the stove rat-a-tat out a tune.

I’ve found that in the last several years, I am less agreeable to snow than I was. I used to wait anxiously for the first snowfall to coat my world in sparkling white. Everything just looks so pretty right after it snows.

Now, I just grumble like everyone else and go find my boots because the dog has to go out. Where’s my scarf? Have you seen my gloves?